We put down Zoeey today

She was so tired. So stoic about everything. But more than anything tired of living. We had to do it. My little lamb, I miss you. Maltese crossed with a hundred other things, I miss you.

I can never understand death. How someone so beautiful can all of a sudden cease to exist.

I remember these walks we took in the past few evenings. She tottered along in the darkness, barely able to lift her little legs. Her heart and lungs carried so much water, but even so, she seemed to smile up at us. Seemed to tell us she loved us.

I feel a sense of relief now. I love you Zoeey. I will always remember you, dear one. Into God's arms you go.